I come old friend from Hell tonightAcross the rotting seaNor the nails of the crossNor the blood of ChristCan bring you help this eveThe dead have come to claim a debt from theeThey stand outside your doorFour score and threeDid you keep a watch for the dead man's windDid you see the woman with the comb in her handWailing away on the wall on the strandAs you danced to the Turkish song of the damned

You remember when the ship went downYou left me on the deckThe captain's corpse jumped upAnd threw his arms around my neckFor all these years I've had him on my backThis debt cannot be paid with all your jack

And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go whiteThis shadow hanging over meIs no trick of the lightThe spectre on my back will soon be freeThe dead have come to claim a debt from thee